When he appeared in front of Cecilia, she seemed surprised, but she quickly recovered her composure.
Those that were nearby also looked at Mark.
But Markâs eyes were focused purely on Cecilia.
âLetâs go and have lunch,â he said to her.
He thought Cecilia was going to make a scene, but to his astonishment, she agreed without any hesitation.
She gently flipped her beautiful black hair and told her colleagues that she was going for lunch.
Then she followed Mark into the car without even taking her assistant with her.
As soon as they got in the car, Peter started attempting to liven up the atmosphere.
âCecilia, you look so beautiful today.
Mr.
Evans has been staring at you from a distance.
Iâm sure he was saying to himself that he has never seen such a beautiful girl before,â he joked with a wide smile on his face.
Cecilia fastened her seat belt and looked at Mark.
âOh, really? But I bet Mr.
Evans has seen his fair share of the world, hasnât he?â she teased.
Peter was taken aback and wasnât sure how to respond to her witty remark.
Markâs face darkened, but he made no fuss.
Instead, without answering her question, he said to Cecilia, âLetâs have Chinese food.
â
âI donât mind,â Cecilia shrugged carelessly.
She looked a lot more at ease than she was on the wedding day.
It seemed her pain had been healed in just three days, and their relationship didnât matter to her anymore.
This realization made Mark feel very bad.
But he pretended that everything was okay because he wanted to have a good conversation with her.
Perhaps intentionally, he ended up taking her to the same restaurant they ate at in the past and even booked the same private room that they once occupied.
Mark once put an amulet on her arm in this very room.
Cecilia was so emotional that she almost cried.
But she quickly held it back and assumed a normal demeanor.
Mark was very gentle and considerate to her.
And Cecilia also enjoyed her meal.
Neither of them mentioned the unpleasant past, or perhaps they were both thinking about how to start talking about it.
Mark himself didnât eat much.
Halfway through his meal, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
âMy throat has not been feeling well recently.
Put out the cigarette please,â Cecilia said.
So Mark did just that.
Then he put his arm around her shoulder and asked her in a whisper, âHave you been crying these days?â
Obviously, he wanted to talk about the events that occurred on the wedding day.
Cecilia gently put down her cutlery and said, âYes, I admit I cried many times, but no matter how many times I cry, it wouldnât change anything.
â
âCathy is dead,â Mark suddenly mumbled.
Cecilia knew what he was trying to say.
She shook her head and said, âMark, whether she died or not, it canât change my decision.
Itâs not about whether I love you or not, itâs just that I donât want you anymore.
â
Markâs fingers trembled slightly as he pulled out another cigarette.
But he didnât light it.
Because he knew that she didnât want to inhale smoke.
With tears and bitterness in her eyes, Cecilia looked at him and asked with a smile, âWe have registered our marriage.
So when can we go through the legal process?â
Clearly, she meant divorce.